LEARN LYRICS

Fool whoever doesn't understand

A legend tells that

that a gypsy woman

conjured the moon until dawn

Weeping she begged

When the day came

to marry a Calé

You'll have your dark-skinned man

From the sky the full moon spoke

But in return I want

the first son

that you beget for him

that whoever sacrifices her child

to not be alone

would love him little

Moon, you want to be a mother

and you can't find love

that makes you a woman

Tell me, silver moon

what you intend to do

with a child of skin

Son of the moon

To a cinnamon-skinned mother a child was born

White like the back of an ermine

With gray eyes

instead of olives

Albino child of the moon

Damn his appearance

This child is a payo's

and I won't keep quiet about it

Moon, you want to be a mother

and you can't find love

that makes you a woman

Tell me, silver moon

what you intend to do

with a child of skin

Son of the moon

Gypsy, believing himself dishonored

went to his woman knife in hand

Whose child is it?

You've definitely cheated on me

And he wounded her to death

Then he took to the mountains

with the child in his arms

and there he abandoned him

Moon, you want to be a mother

and you can't find love

that makes you a woman

Tell me, silver moon

what you intend to do

with a child of skin

Son of the moon

And the nights that there's a full moon

it'll be because the child is in a good mood

And if the child cries

the moon will wane

to make him a cradle

And if the child cries

the moon will wane

to make him a cradle